Sunday, August 28, 2016

Time travel helps.

Sometimes you rush into the past to gain strength, confidence in knowing what you had and what you were. Sometimes it’s just a quest for the real, especially in a pretentious ‘now’.  You go back all the way, just so you believe, that the today is not what’s truly meant for you, that you are something, way different.

And then there are some of us who would rather tour tomorrow. Build castles in thin air. Create memories of a time yet to come. Some of us dare to imagine, dare to be broken.

And yet, time travel seems so much more real, so much more closer to my heart than the present…

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